Chapter Six #3
“You’re my light in the dark, Saint. I love you more than I love me.
” I want to respond, but he removes my hand from between my legs, and then his mouth is on me.
His hands slide between us, and he spreads my sex open so he can devour me.
His tongue slides up and back, into my opening like he’s fucking me before moving upward and swirling around my clit.
“Fuck me, Wild.” It’s barely been six hours since he last went down on me, and it’s like I’ve forgotten how good it feels.
Absolutely nothing feels like his mouth between my legs.
Or his dick. Or his fingers. Or even when he uses my vibrator on me.
Being in this space with Wild is like nothing else in this world, and I think if I added up all the minutes I’ve spent fantasizing about it, it would be well over a year.
His stubble feels like tiny knives between my legs, forcing me to that point of pleasure that teeters on pain. I let out a cry, and he pulls back, not allowing his jaw to be pressed against my cunt but allowing only his tongue to sweep back and forth through my slit.
I put a hand behind me to steady myself and one behind his head, threading my fingers through his silky brown strands as I grind my pussy against his tongue.
“It makes me as hard as fucking stone that I’m the only man who’s ever tasted your pussy.”
“Only you,” I moan.
“So fucking nasty for letting your stepbrother eat your cunt.”
“Oh? I had a choice?” I sass, and he narrows his eyes at me from between my legs. “I felt bad. You were just so obsessed with me.” I bite down on my bottom lip as a smile pulls at it, and though I see the smile in his eyes, he stops, letting his mouth hover over my pussy.
“I’m obsessed with you?” he asks, and I can feel his breath on my wet flesh, making me shiver.
“Aren’t you?”
He lets his tongue dart out, dragging it slowly through my slit before flicking my clit and swirling his tongue in a circle. Then he pulls back and stands up, letting my feet fall off his thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how fucking obsessed I am.” He pulls me off the table and back to my bedroom, and when he slams the door behind us, a few pictures on my dresser rattle, and I know I am in for a very hard fucking.
“Spread your legs,” he growls as I get on my bed and do as he says, opening my wet and slightly stimulated pussy up for him. Even though I can feel the tension radiating off him, I know that I’m in the safest place in the world, which is in a room with Sebastian Wilder.
He pulls off his sweatpants just as I pull off his T-shirt, leaving us both naked, and I take a minute to take him in.
He’s gorgeous. Covered in inked muscles and just enough hair on his hard body to give him this raw masculinity that makes my cunt weep just by looking at him.
His eyes study me the same way, traveling up and down my naked frame before settling on my face and staring at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
But the look is fleeting, and a wicked smirk finds his mouth as he pulls me hard by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist while he kneels on the bed.
Then, with his eyes locked on mine, I watch him spit directly on my pussy.
“Wild, fuck me please,” I beg.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Because I’m obsessed, right?” His low and gruff voice sends a shiver down my spine.
He takes his cock in his hand and rubs his dick across my clit, rubbing it in circles before tapping against it.
I clench, watching the way my wetness makes his dick want to stick to my clit before he pulls it away with each tap.
“I’m obsessed with you, too, Wild. Don’t act like you don’t know that.
” I pant, knowing he’s about to start torturing me.
“I am not in the mood for orgasm denial, please,” I pant.
He rubs his dick in a circle a few more times before his eyes meet mine.
“You felt bad?” he asks, throwing my words back at me.
I knew that would poke the bear, and I fucking regret it.
Sort of. Sometimes it turns him on when I’m a smart-ass, and usually, I can tell when those times are. Clearly, I gambled wrong this time.
“I was just being your sassy little princess.” I smile, trying to get him to come back from the ledge, but when he leans down, I realize that even that won’t get me out of this. The only thing that will get me out of this is if I tell him to stop, and I’ve never done that. I never want him to stop.
“Yeah? Well, I’m about to show you just how fucking obsessed I am.”
My toes curl at his words. “Wild…”
He grips my chin and forces my lips open before he lets a stream of spit fall into my mouth. “Swallow,” he commands, and I do in a way that he can tell that I did. “You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good girl.” Before the words have registered, my legs are over his shoulders, and he’s inside me, pounding me so hard I move up the bed with each thrust. In this position, it’s so deep, and I moan each time he bottoms out inside me.
“I told you that smart-ass mouth of yours would get you in trouble. You’re lucky I didn’t put you over my knee. ”
“I love when you put me over your knee,” I purr with a chuckle, loving nothing more than antagonizing him when he’s like this. I love being a brat when he’s already feeling unhinged. I love feeling his teeth on my neck and shoulder while he ruts into me, leaking cum inside me with every thrust.
I’m just feeling the beginnings of my orgasm when he pulls out, causing me to whimper. “What the hell, Wild? I was close!”
“I know.” He gives me a wicked grin before he lays a loud smack on my cunt, causing me to squeal. “You don’t get to come yet. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”
“My pleasure is your pleasure,” I say. “Your favorite thing to do is make me come, and don’t you dare act like that’s not true.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re pushing me to put something in your smart-ass little mouth to shut you up.”
“If you’re referring to your dick, I am shaking in my boots,” I say with an eye roll, and then he’s up my body, straddling my shoulders and holding his dick over my lips.
“Look how fucking good my dick looks covered in you. It never looks fucking better.” I drop my gaze, seeing how shiny it is after being inside me, and I lick my lips, wanting it in my mouth as badly as he does.
“Lick the tip.”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip sexily. “Make me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and I watch as he lets out an angry breath through his nose.
“Suck my dick, Halle Grace. I am not fucking kidding.”
“No.”
“Excuse me? Who are you talking to?”
“I don’t see anyone else’s dick in my face,” I quip.
“And you never fucking will. Now open your mouth.”
“Or what?” I narrow my eyes at him playfully, loving this game we play.
That’s the thing about consistently sleeping with the person you gave your virginity to for a whole nine years.
You try anything and everything. You trust each other wholeheartedly, and even when you think you may have gone too far, it's fun, exciting, and tantalizing.
“Or I’ll use my hand to get myself off all over your pussy instead of inside it.”
“You wouldn’t. You use your hand all of the time thinking about me. The last thing you want is to do that now when my cunt is wet and aching for you.”
The growl that leaves him is so sexy and animalistic that it makes my clit throb. “You think you’re so fucking smart.”
“When it comes to you? Yes. A genius, as a matter of fact.” He doesn’t say anything at first, and I smile at having bested him for now, at least. So I open my mouth, having wanted his dick this entire time but loving our sexy back-and-forth.
“That’s right. That’s my good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth.
I let him force himself as far as he can go, almost down my throat, until I choke slightly.
“Through your nose, angel,” he says, and I listen, not being able to breathe through my mouth while he fucks it.
“You look so fucking pretty between my legs, looking up at me with your mouth full of my dick.” He pushes his hands into my hair and pulls tightly, which has a direct line to my clit.
“You okay?” he asks, and I blink my eyes twice, my sign for yes, as he continues to fuck my mouth. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Saint.”
Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to, I know his dick is on the larger side, but years of wrapping my lips around him have made me a pro at sucking him off and being able to breathe properly while I do it.
“Fuck. You’ve got me there already. I didn’t want to come yet, but I can’t stop myself with you.
” His eyes slam shut, and his words come out choppy and grunting.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, but don’t fucking swallow it yet. ”
I know what that means, and goose bumps pop up all over my body thinking about what he’s planning to do with his cum before I swallow.
He begins to pulse in my mouth, and when I look up, I meet his gaze for a moment before those piercing blue eyes slam shut just as he begins to pump ropes of cum into my mouth.
He groans out my name, pulling out during his orgasm, and squirts the last bit of his climax all over my chest.
I open my mouth and sit up to stop his cum from sliding down my throat, and he immediately swipes his thumb across my tongue, collecting some of it before I swallow the rest. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he spreads my sex and rubs his thumb through my wet slit.
I whimper when he ghosts over my clit, and then he’s back down my body, pushing his dick back inside me.
One hand finds my breast, pinching my hard nipple before he rubs his orgasm into the skin, marking me, owning me.
“I am not just obsessed with you, Saint,” he says as he moves one of my legs back over his shoulder. “I am fucking consumed by you.”